One Direction Preferences

Zayn - You're dating in secret

“Remember to wait 2 minutes before you come up, ok?” Zayn tells me over the phone as we park our separate cars.

“Yeah. Bye, babe.” I say and we both hang up.

I went to Zayn’s concert tonight, but since our relationship is a secret, we went with separate cars, and now we even have to enter our apartment building at separate times to avoid suspicion.

I’m getting really sick of it.

“Zayn, when are we going to go public? We can’t continue like this forever!” I say, feeling irritated by the entire situation.

“I don’t know, babe! I just don’t want you to get hurt by the fans.” Zayn says, pouring himself a glass of water.

“We’ve been dating for a year and we live together, don’t you think it’s time? I don’t care about the hate! I can handle it, and you’ll be here for me when it gets bad!” I say, raising my voice.

“I don’t want you to get hurt at all! I love you too much!” Zayn yells back, growing angrier.

“Right now you’re hurting me more than they will ever be able to! We can’t even go to dinner, Zayn! We haven’t even had one real date! Not even one!” I yell back, tears of frustration building up in my eyes.

“It doesn’t matter! We don’t need dates to me happy!” Zayn yells back.

“Don’t you want to go on a date, Zayn? Am I not good enough? Is that the real reason we have a secret relationship? I’m just someone to keep you company so you won’t be alone?” I say, gathering my phone and things again because I just want to get out.

“No. I love you, I really do. But we can’t go public.” Zayn says, rolling his eyes at me.

“Whatever. I’m going for a walk.” I say, opening the door.

“If you want to come after me, just remember to wait 2 minutes.” I add, and then close the door.

I am sick and tired of being a secret.

Tears slowly start making their way down my cheeks. I hope that Zayn would run after me once he realises that this is really serious, but of course he doesn’t.

Even though I can barely see through my tears, my feet seem to lead me to the one place I always go to clear my head.

The bookstore.

Whether I just stare at the pages, or I actually read, it always manages to make me feel better.

As I open a book, I feel my phone starting to vibrate in my back pocket, and I check the caller ID.

Zayn.

I ignore the call and flip through the pages of many books before I feel calm enough to think rationally.

My phone vibrates again, and this time I answer.

“Hi.” I softly begin.

“Oh god. You finally answered. I was so worried about you.” Zayn says.

“Well you know I always go to the bookstore, why didn’t you just come look for me?” I ask, slowly feeling the anger rise again. Zayn sighs.

“You know why. Now could you please just come home so we can talk about this?” Zayn pleads and I can hear him pacing in our apartment.

“I don’t know if I want to come home anymore, Zayn. What’s the use? We don’t go on dates; we don’t even go anywhere together. I just go everywhere by myself.” I say, finally saying what has been on my mind these past few days.